Aresius’s crimsoning dwarf cottage was so toughly bitten by the Wind on that mortal doom’s day. The silver-bearded old troll turned suddenly to stone. “Oh goddd ! oh god no !!!!!   I can remember now the old prophecies of the 5th black book of the deadest dead of the death: The day shall come when the windy wind of the abyss will stampede all over the bottom left corner earth. And that will mean a massacre for all living creatures of this earth! This 5th book is a testament of pure evil! I must organize a valid counter offensive to counter his Akron’s ambitious cruel plans of conquest…” 

The old wizard started to remember old tales of ancestral wars when the world was young. Back then the black hords lead by the black lord of the black mountains were endangering until the very existence of the birds flying high in the skies, the skies of the kings, the kings of the queen, the Queen of the dead, of the deads. Hence The kingdom was engulfed in a huge warfare, and the wind itself brought echoes of fighting armies, making the heart of the earth tremble, as if THHHHHHHOOOORRRRRRRRRRR himself had just been pooooouuuuunding on his drums with its lightning powered jagged hammer of haste.

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